Don’t you just love to see what Americans care about most? It’s not the price of eggs or a woman’s right to choose … it’s the Epstein Files. What the hell is in ’em? We’ve been told there’s nothing to see.
How can that be? The P. Diddy ordeal is small beans compared to the Epstein operation. Most of us can make an assumption; the man that wants this ordeal dismissed is likely part of the cast of characters (clients) in this potentially riveting new book. Random House, start the bidding!
I’m thinking these files will eventually be released. It’s simply a matter of time. Look back at how the Nixon tapes turned into documentaries, a couple of movies and even an opera, Nixon in China. Now the opera (with choreography by Mark Morris) wasn’t about his tapes as much as his visit leading to the 1972 Japan–China Joint Communiqué between China’s Mao Zedong and Japan’s Kakuei Tanaka.
Side Note:
It’s weird that Trump tried to mimic this trip when he attended the
2019 Koreas–United States DMZ Summit with much less aplomb.
There’s no Trump in Korea opera but there could be a Trump in a Whorehouse Broadway smash. Think of the potential. A kick line of beautiful women as presented by Jeffrey Epstein to his clientele. Naturally the Donald would get first dibs. The set could be made up of several doors opening and closing with pensive faces entering and happily ever after smiles exiting.
This is Broadway GOLD people! Alec Baldwin as the Donald, a role he nailed on SNL. Steve Martin as Jeffrey Epstein, the singing and dancing MC of the whorehouse. Maybe Barbara Mandrell and the Mandrell Sisters as the line-up of showgirls. Granted they’re a little long in the tooth but then again so is the clientele. Tilda Swinton in a wig would nail the role of Ghislaine Maxwell, Epstein’s partner in crime.
Think of the fun.
Think of the Tonys.